CHAPTER 772: CHAPTER 474: FOIL AND HER SWORD

In the lingering echoes, Wayne stood unharmed in his original position, still holding his sword in a defensive stance, yet...the foil had broken.

In two pieces.

His expression was cold.

The arena fell silent...

Mark looked up ahead, where the woman was still standing on the pillar, her slender figure poised gracefully on the not-so-thick column, exuding elegance rather than discomfort.

He suddenly remembered China, a land prolific in poetry and verses...

And he recalled a friend’s description of Chinese women.

--Truly outstanding and independent Chinese women are like the Qing Yuan perched atop the reeds in the surging river, ethereal, distant, untouchable.

He had once scoffed at this, but now he found some truth in it.

The silence of the Marquis of Rose could not stop the crowd from going wild!

Just three seconds of silence had brewed seven seconds of frenzied excitement!

"Wow!"

"My goodness! This is real Chinese Ancient Martial Arts!"

"So terrifying! I thought I was seeing an invincible king on the battlefield!"

Yet it was merely a woman with a calm demeanor...

And Sui Yi, holding that ordinary thin sword, merely watched Wayne, her aura very calm, as if she were waiting for his counterattack...no, as if it didn’t matter whether he counterattacked or not.

The gap in strength was too great.

She was silent, yet she had already starkly widened the gap.

The distance of a B-level.

Wayne, with his 200 Combat Points and a win ratio of seventy to eighty percent, was no match for her.

--Especially when there was a sword in her hand, the gap was simply incalculable.

"By choosing his own sword and letting her also use one...it’s like he was asking for death?" Alec, who had stopped eating, commented somewhat speechlessly.

Indeed it was so, Feith nodded helplessly in agreement.

Without weapons, Wayne actually had a bit of an advantage, but once swords were involved...the gap was eerily inexplicable.

It even echoed Wayne’s earlier taunt--Don’t you have any Chinese Ancient Martial Arts that combine with Inner Strength? What a pity...

What a pity, my ass! She’s a Swordsman! Once she draws her sword, you’re finished!

"Alec, I’m no match, what about you?"

"We’re about the same, do you think I can be her match? Her strength... is terrifying."

Wayne had already sensed the one-sided atmosphere in the arena, not a single person believed he had a chance to strike back, even when the opportunity was given sometimes, a person’s confidence is all given by others.

Wayne’s desire to win was not enough to let him achieve the power to survive against adversities.

Reluctantly but inevitably...he bowed his head in a knightly manner to admit defeat: "I lost."

Bang! The hammer struck again.

Fifteen fights, fifteen wins, a perfect promotion to a B-level member!

The judge proactively stood up, "Your excellency, you are now truly a B-level member, your privileges will significantly change, but I must ask, are you considering taking on the upcoming B-level fighting challenge?"

Nobody in the crowd thought she shouldn’t, especially since the strong Wayne had already been defeated.

Although the B-level challenge matches were pervertedly difficult, exploding off the charts, based on her previous performance...they couldn’t gauge whether she could continue to knock down three B-level masters and then ascend to the esteemed throne of an A-level powerhouse.

Sui Yi glanced at her watch, hmm, it had taken an hour and a half...it was almost noon.

"No, that will be all," she declined.

Sui Yi’s refusal disappointed many but also relieved them; their hearts needed rest, or else it would be too exhausting.

Feith and the others no longer had the mindset of challenging and counter-challenging with this Chinese competitor; instead, they wanted to step forward and get to know her, as having such a powerful friend could be quite advantageous in this day and age...

However, before they could approach,

Alec suddenly grabbed his sleeve, his expression turning strange.

"Feith, look, that!"

What?

Feith, being perceptive, abruptly turned to look...

That figure... imposing and grand... Well, in any case, a very daunting presence...

A middle-aged man with a crew cut, wearing military pants and a black tank top, leaning against the railing, arms crossed...

Sui Yi was watching this man too, she held her sword and bowed to him with a Chinese traditional gesture: "Thank you for lending me the sword."

The man chuckled lowly, his eyes pure green and quite beautiful, though as an older European gentleman, he didn’t quite meet Sui Yi’s traditional aesthetic standards, so he wasn’t exactly charming or sexy...

"Those B-level Chinese, I recognize quite a few decent ones, but I’ve never seen such a young one, have you considered letting me poach you from the Chinese forces?"

After a pause, he added, "By the way, I’m with Blood Rose."

Logically, a man with such an overwhelming masculine aura should belong to an organization like Arhat Hall, but Blood Rose...

Sounded like a women’s flower arranging club.

Sui Yi had never heard of this Rose Prince, knew nothing about it, and it didn’t matter to her since she had no need for such an association, plus, due to geographic reasons, joining any organization in the United Kingdom was highly unlikely.

"Sorry... Thank you."

Sui Yi gave a brief yet clear response, and the other party wasn’t upset. Watching as Sui Yi flung her hand, driving the sword into the weapon rack before leaving...

It really was clear—fifteen matches meant exactly fifteen, after which she’d pack up and leave!

Done in one go.

After she left.

The man sighed deeply, then turned and waved, "I’ve always said Chinese masters are the toughest to recruit... Unless it’s a life-saving grace, they reciprocate... but if you needed my help to save her, Your Royal Highness, you wouldn’t be interested in her, would you?"

"Philip, do you know what I hate most about you?"

"What?"

"Your beard, and your mouth, your poor diplomatic skills... couldn’t you just tell her, ’Join or die, your choice?’"

This statement was utterly chilling.

Yet the voice was quite appealing, rich with a classic British accent.

Of course, it was a woman.

She seemed to be sitting in the VIP section. Had she been there the whole time?

"Alright, I apologize, Your Highness."

He bowed his head, then he left... The other person seemed to have left as well.

Below, there was silence.

"One of the top five A-class generals in our England Area, Philip, if he is here, then the A-class King Rose Prince must also be around, right?"

Someone muttered to themselves.

Someone replied,

"Obviously."

Who else could be addressed as Your Royal Highness by General Philip of the Blood Rose, if not the famous Rose Prince of England!

But why would she appear in such an inconspicuous B-class place!

"Our England Area A-class Kings, as a rule, don’t show up in our stationed area much, and even if they do, they should be in the A-class combat area, not here."

This was seriously crazy.

Especially knowing how Marquis of Rose was widely known to be infatuated with the Rose Prince, his face right now really looked like a total mess.

There was resentment hidden in his eyes too.

Mark touched his nose; this Wayne was too well-born and always haughty. This failure, especially in front of the Rose Prince, was likely to engender deep resentment...

He might seek revenge.

After all, his family also had an A-class at their disposal, didn’t they?

Should he go inform that Chinese girl? Maybe he could earn some Favorability Points, which could be useful later... After all, she was so young, what, eighteen? Okay, definitely not over twenty. So young and already so powerful, you could only imagine her reaching the top of A-class before thirty...

That would be another Rose Prince.

Wow-ee~

But the problem was... she actually refused the most powerful Blood Rose organization in England, based on the Rose Prince’s domineering and unpredictable nature...

She might just end up dead the next day.

Well, better watch for opportunities, no need to push it, just wait and see...

At that moment, after confirming her B-class membership status switch, Sui Yi also saw that her Combat Points had reached 400 on her character attribute page.

400? That seemed incredibly high.

Sui Yi was quite surprised but guessed it was because of the high stakes of the last match and her high odds...

With such high Combat Points, converted to 400 Adventure Coins, at the exchange rate of a hundred-thousand to one against the British pound, had she just made 40 million pounds?

Which was 400 million RMB?

She couldn’t help but feel amused but also realized it was because her presence here was unknown, giving others the courage to accept her combat challenges. Otherwise, not many would dare face her, meaning the stronger one’s power, the fewer combat opportunities there might be as those weaker wouldn’t accept the challenge, B-class and below wouldn’t even think about it, and within B-class, the opponents were random, often pitting against masters which meant high likelihood of death. Hence, it was difficult to earn Combat Points, unlike today when she just banked a shocking 400, even surpassing Wayne who had been here for many years by 200 points. Another possibility was her fifteen victories without a single loss, while Wayne had faced several defeats...

"Combat Points are hard to earn, which is why people like Mark agree to accept C-class combat challenges..."

This exposed their predicament, perhaps their main source of earning Combat Points had now shifted to adventure tasks... Back to basics.

Sui Yi closed the attribute page, thought for a moment, then opened the trade market within the guild...

An array of items greeted her, including various antiques and luxury items, such as Blood Jade, emeralds, and other rare jewels, some of which even held historic significance as super antiques...

She even saw a painting by Van Gogh...

But, weren’t those supposed to be in a museum?

Uh... There’s no way they’d sell fakes here... so does that mean the items in the museum are fake?

Sui Yi rubbed her temples and turned her attention to other items...

There were also weapon categories... cold and firearms. After looking through them... even the usually composed Sui Yi raised her eyebrows.

Nuclear bombs? They even had nuclear bombs?

Do you really have to be this awesome~(to be continued. If you like this book, you are welcome to vote for it on qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to continue reading.)